Mother, please share.
Yin and yang, wild free girl.
Look at you being home. Frets be gone, you know in your truest form that this, too, shall pass.
Again and again, the pain will pass. You grow. Grow, child, keep growing.
Reveal me in you. You in me and see the truth inside you.
I ache for love, Mother. I ache for my true mate.
You’ve had him. And Him. And Him. Always.
How blessed be you to touch the hearts and know in your womb the love of knights. Of warriors. Kings. Sages. Drummers. Givers.
It All ends, always, dear one. Breathe.
Lead. You will, of course, know love again. And again, and again.
Your deep heart is both your blessing and your curse. Let it be. Be it.
You are never alone. This, too, shall pass.
Seek help. Do not isolate. Pray for him.
Surrender.